waris shah
baja aakh wale shah nu kito kabra wicho bole
aaj aakha wale shah nu vah disau
kito kabra wicho bole
thi aaj kitabe ishq da koi agla varga phul
thi aaj kitabe ishq da koi agla varga phul

ek royi si thi punjab di, piroyi
ek royi ro ro royi si thi punjab di, piroyi
tu likh likh mari nain vain
aaj lakha diya ronda lakha diya rondiya
aaj lakha diya rondiya tune varish shah nu kahn

uth dard vanda diya dardiya dardiya
uth dard vanda diya
uth dard vanda diya, dardiya dardiya
uth tak apna punjab uth tak apna punjab
aaj bele lasa wisiya bele bele bele lasa wisiya
aaj bele lasa wisiya the lahu di bali chadav

dharti the lahu vasiya vasiya, dharti
ha dharti te dharti dharti te lahu vasiya
dharti te dharti te lahu vasiya
khabra paiya chun, khabra paiya chun
preet diya aasha jadiya
preet diya sarariya aaj biche na maja na dhup

sab kahdo ban gaye o ji sab kahdo ban gaye
aaj sab kahdo ban gaye ban gaye ban gaye ban gaye
sab kahdo ban gaye husn ishq de chor
aaj kithe le aaiyo labh ke varish shah nur
aji aakha wali shah nu kito kabra vicho boli
kito kabra wicho bol
thi aaj kitabe ishq da koi agla varga phul
thi aaj kitabe ishq da koi agla varga phul

From the dust, O Shah, your voice, a call,
From the tombs, your words begin to fall.
Today, the book of love, a chapter unfolds,
Today, the book of love, its story told.

One wept for Punjab, a woven tear,
One wept and slept, consumed by fear.
You wrote, you pierced, your eyes did bleed,
Today, millions weep, their hearts concede.
Today, they weep, to Waris Shah they plead.

Arise, you sufferers, your sorrows deep,
Arise, you sufferers, your secrets keep.
Arise, and see the Punjab you knew,
Where poison blooms, and blood runs through.

The earth bleeds now, a crimson stain,
The earth bleeds, a pouring rain.
Sow the seeds of news, despair's decree,
Love's hopes now wither, for all to see.
No joy remains, no sun's warm kiss.

All say they're turned, they've gone astray,
All say they're lost, in disarray.
All say they're lost, by beauty's thieves,
Where did you find, O Waris Shah, your leaves?
From the dust, O Shah, your voice, a call,
From the tombs, your words begin to fall.
Today, the book of love, a chapter unfolds,
Today, the book of love, its story told.